Little Leroy went to his mother demanding a new bicycle. His mother
decided he should take a look at himself and the way he acts.

She said, "Well Leroy, it isn't Christmas and we don't have the money
to just go out and buy you anything you want. So why don't you write a
letter to Jesus and pray for one instead."

After his temper tantrum his mother sent him to his room. He finally
sat down to write a letter to Jesus.

Dear Jesus:

I've been a good boy this year and would appreciate a new bicycle.

Your Friend,

Leroy

Now, Leroy knew that Jesus really knew what kind of boy he was (brat).
So he ripped up the letter and decided to give it another try.

Dear Jesus:

I've been an OK boy this year and I want a new bicycle.

Yours Truly,

Leroy

Well, Leroy knew this wasn't totally honest so he tore it up and tried
again.

Dear Jesus:

I've thought about being a good boy this year and can I have a
bicycle?

Leroy

Well, Leroy looked deep down in his heart, which by the way was what
his mother really wanted. He knew he had been terrible and was
deserving of almost nothing. He crumpled up the letter, threw it in
the trash can and went running outside. He aimlessly wandered about
depressed because of the way he treated his parents and really
considering his actions. He finally found himself in front of a
Catholic Church.

Leroy went inside and knelt down, looking around not knowing what he
should really do. Leroy finally got up and began to walk out the door
and was looking at all the statues. All of a sudden, he grabbed a
small one and ran out the door. He went home, hid it under his bed and
wrote this letter.

Jesus,

I've got your mamma. If you ever want to see her again, give me a
bike.

You know who.